Troppe domande

We all die young


Risk my soul, test my lifeFor my breadSpend my time lost in spaceAm I dead?Let the river flowThrough my callused handsAnd take me from my ownThe eyes of the damnedIt makes my stomach turnAnd it tears my flesh from the boneHow we turn a dream to stoneAnd we all die youngTell me I knowI lived so afraidAnd still we cry aloneWith words left unsaidYeh it makes my stomach turnAnd it tears my flesh from bone to boneHow we turn a dream to stoneAnd we all die youngYeah we all die young